Camel Fodder...

In Khanabad, Mulla Nasrudin was sitting in a teahouse when a stranger walked in
and sat down beside him.
The newcomer said: "Why is that man over there sobbing his heart out?"
"Because I have just come from his home town and told him that all his
winter camel fodder was lost in a fire."
"It is terrible to be a bearer of such tidings," said the stranger.
"It is also interesting to be the man who will shortly tell him the good
news," said Nasrudin. "You see, his camels have died of the plague, so he will
not need the fodder after all."

as collected by Idries Shah